Percy and I didn’t waste any time in returning to the manor. I could tell that Percy shared my relief after burning the journal. Even without evidence that the burning of the journal had changed anything, we both had high hopes that it had. I strolled through the back door to the home with Percy following shortly behind. We moved into the kitchen, and each began making something to eat. There was no assurance that anything had changed, and I worried that nothing really had. Though now it seemed that the air was lighter in the manor. I couldn’t feel the presence that I had felt before. This had also been the case before, however. Only time would tell what would really happen after the sun faded behind the horizon.
This thought still left me with many questions. Why was it that a demon woul
